These boots made me nearly lose my salvation (don't worry, I'm just kidding and I know that nothing can seperate me from the love of God--especially not boots) and made our family 25 minutes late to church. You know, it's hard enough to get your kids to church, let alone with all having a good attitude. Then you add these boots that should have made their way to the Goodwill pile weeks ago. They're too tight and hardly zip up. But my youngest girls insist on cramming their calves into these things and expecting that I can work miracles to get them zipped (while we're in the car, already in the church parking lot, rather than when we're at home and I'd tell them to find another pair of shoes).
Twenty-five minutes late to church and IRRITATED to the max. That's a record! Trying to wrap my post-boots heart around worshipping the King of all kings (who has never had to zip difficult boots), was a challenge. So, I determined to do the only thing I know can help; I asked God to meet me where I am--in my failings as a mom and as a staff (staff members don't show up late to church, and they always have a good attitude, right?). I asked myself how He would have parented differently and I realized that He is not bound by earthly time and materialism. He's not irritated that I just keep wearing those stinking boots He's told me a hundred times to get rid of. He's not mad that I'm running late on getting my act together. He knows I'll get to a place where I'm sick of how those boots keep making me late, how those boots are negatively affecting me as well as impacting those around me. He knows I'll give up those boots when I want what He has more than what these boots bring me.
What are the boots you've outgrown; that you keep wearing because they're cute? God always trades up, so if you'll give up those boots, He is faithful to give you better things; things that fit better and make you look more like Him. He's the God who gives "beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness." Is. 61:3